"let's live our story"

They were sitting in an open ground facing the tall, illuminated buildings far away. She had always admired this weather, night and the flickering stars. The night sky was full of them, shimmering brightly and telling her dreams and those lesser known mysteries of life. Moon was never a sight of her attraction, maybe that's why it stayed away and appeared 'crescent'.

 She could feel him sitting quietly besides her,could clearly sense him eying her but she dared not look at him. ' 'He', who was just like those stars- so known yet a mystery.

"Try as much as you want, forgetting me isn't possible for you"! he suddenly broke off the soft silence.
She turned to him,almost unprepared for it and their eyes met, only a fraction and she was quick to alter her gaze.

"Remembering you does no good either" ! she was quick to retaliate.

"not everything in life is absolute. Stop being so judgmental"

"I am not! I simply cant accept all the greys under the pretext of being liberal". said she.

"To me, it sounds unreal and too perfect to be true". he remarked pensively.

She was taken aback, like a thief who has been held guilty. He looked at her. She looked innocent even in those moments of disappointments. For him her every word, every gesture, even the way she blinked was a sight of ecstasy!

He smiled a knowing smile and said 'see this is working out. Its making sense'

'but how? I need to submit it tomorrow and there is so much more to be completed' she spoke distressingly.

'umm..lets see! I think the lady need to be more vocal'
'but girls are supposed to be shy and silent, no?' she queered.

'haha, silent girls are a rarity now! look at yourself? he vainly tried to hide the mischievous smile and moved closer, making her feel the distances melting away.

"so what can be done" she spoke distractedly.
His presence had always aced her heart beats and today particularly she was finding it very difficult to let her self not go astray.

"we can start afresh and who knows your story might take up a new turn" he winked.

"afresh? are you serious?" her voice now validated how badly she wanted to give up.

"lets live our story"

she looked up in apprehension, he gave her his hand. Looking straight in her eyes with a gaze she couldn't resist, her heart beating uncontrollably and her thought spitting away, drowning in those eyes, leaving everything behind.

'the dance scene?' he whispered.

They swayed in silence for hours, stars watching them curiously.

They danced without music yet their beats synchronized each step. They spoke nothing yet she knew 'the best story was being written between them, right now'!


PS : I don't know if this post makes any sense. However I was just trying to end a story on a happy note at least for once. So this is my first story with a happy ending, apparently :P

mystical dreams..... part -2

PART -1

A month had passed since that day on the airport and from that very day those unusual dreams that she by now had grown accustomed to suddenly took a tempestuous turn only to be spied by an image. the image of that man who has so stubbornly refused to leave her dreams.

what was she supposed to do? she knew him not, had no idea who he was or where he lived but no matter what she did throughout her day nothing abated his arrival, that majestic palace and their stolen moments of divinity that en wrapped 'them' in the darkest of night, the coldest of winds and amongst brightest of stars.

what happiness could such a love give to her pragmatic and rational being? A happiness that was deceptive and a love that she abhorred as soon as it dawned. For the dawn saw her as a caged bird who had wings to fly but her horizon had been brutally snapped!

on one such days..tired of contemplating and trying everything she could to assure that is was only an ephemeral phases she finally took a decision.

A decision that defined her complete existence at present albeit her own will.

A decision that might free her from everyday turmoils only to entrap her soul in a higher tumult.

this was no bravery yet she had to feel triumphant even before trailing on the path.

yes! she was now ready to begin a search. a search of her own existence. a search of a man who had occulted her reverie. of this 'mystical magician'

it was time now to put an end to all that had mystified her reflections. And her dreams.

To be continued.....

PART-3 

mystical dreams.....

She lay there numb and dizzy but there was no desire to get away. Being completely aware of her fate and also the fate of the man beside her in deep slumber some distance away.

she looked at him profoundly and immediately her mind flew off to the time she had first seen him

"Brida? Paulo? " he exclaimed!

"what?"  she lifted her head slightly and passed on a puzzled look to the tall gentleman standing in front of her. gentleman because of his well groomed appearance , dressed in a glossy black suit teamed with a navy blue tie, he appeared rather attractive to her.

" The book " . he smiled pointing to the novel in her hand.

she was now beginning to get annoyed at his uninvited remarks. " yes! It is brida by paulo coelho and I happen to read it , any problem"? ! she clamoured at him , shutting the book loudly.

" Brida makes a good read, and somehow I feel you'd be able to connect with it heavily". saying this he walked off and so briskly that she couldn't utter even a word!

"strange" ! she murmured and settled once again to continue her story.

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She woke up breathing heavily , nauseated and drenched in a cold sweat. Immediately gulping a glass of water on her bedside table she pinched herself to convince on the fact that the reverie was broken.
It was not for the first time that she dreamt it all . 
The palace- adorned with precious, twinkling jewels , those silky shining red carpets, curtains that flung to and fro divinely, a beautiful bird in the golden cage, a throne so majestic that eyes forgot to blink and she, sitting amidst all the royalty.the princess of this kingdom.To her it all belonged and it was her aura that made it gleam even more.

but today her dreams had startled her,even in her own dream! today,the mystic lights around the palace couldn't trap the white haze, today the winds were gentle and hypnotic. Neither the royal curtains nor the carpets could hush up a presence.His presence,so strong that it was beginning to make her vulnerable! who was he? some traveler or maybe a king from a tribe of a far-way land? with a charisma so splendid that even the princess was spellbound, indifferent of her own royalty.

suddenly 'he' emerged out of a wavering mist dawning in front of the throne.Raising her dark hued eyes she let them meet his and went numb!

This was precisely the moment that had shut off the windows to a dream of hers. How was it possible? how could the mist descend to lay on a reality? a reality, yet so strange and unknown.
No, no! something is wrong! with these thoughts in mind she walked downstairs, aware of her steps, her surroundings but unaware that her world lay somewhere behind those cloudy appearances.

To be continued...... 

PART - 2 
PART-3 

3WW- God and Me !

'I created everything with a reason,your mind is too shallow to judge me'. said the proud God.


'Really? then how do you justify the creation of the night?' I quibbled quickly.


God smiled and said 'the moon is beautiful, for its safety  i ordered  'Let nightfall' and it was night! so that the moon can dazzle brightly for you to admire it'! 

posted for 3WW. Prompt : judge, safety, nightfall.